Parking Officer: I’m sorry, miss Del Ray, but you can’t park your car here.
Lana Del Rey: *runs hand down officer’s cheek*
Parking Officer: Uh, yeah. So unless you move it…
Lana Del Rey: *catches blood red rose petal that falls from the sky*
Parking Officer: Where…? Uh, whatever. Unless you move your car…
Lana Del Rey: *softly exhales thick, sweet-smelling cigarette smoke*
Parking Officer: … I’m going to have to…
Lana Del Rey: *looks to the horizon as the sun shimmers and sets across a sea of crimson diamonds*
Parking Officer: … give you a ticket. Did the sun just set? It’s only 2:30pm.
Lana Del Rey: *leans back onto a giant black leather sofa*
Parking Officer: How is that even… you’re on a sofa in the middle of the road. You have to move that. Where did that even come from?
Lana Del Rey: *closes her eyes and touches her breast as darkness falls and everything fades to black*
Parking Officer: What? Hello? I… You still need to move your car. What’s happening right now?